It's points are five, deeply rooted in my mindClairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the facesOne light cast all the shadowsThe picture remains incompleteWind has died but leaves still flutterChaotic universe of mind

Just an open coffinAwaits at the wedding altarStill the bride is beautifulAnd relatives are taking picturesAnd in the winter's freezing gloomThe garden has flourished to it's bloomChaotic universe of mindIs there ever a picture of my kind?

It's points are five, deeply rooted in my mindClairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the facesOne light cast all the shadowsThe picture remains incompleteWind has died but leaves still flutterChaotic universe of mind